The minute you start questioning the authenticity of everything you see, you're crazy, little girl. Forget everything, but don't forget it. And when the people you love and trust make you suffer your first great grief, you'll have grown up. This truth is always too harsh and destructive to ever forget.
They're going to ask you. Pain? Grief? You're a child the day you choose grief. The day you choose pain, you've grown. People who have nothing to lose aren't afraid of suffering, but they're afraid of grief.
Tell me about it. Are you old enough to choose pain? Are you enough a child in your heart to choose grief? Or are you desperate enough to choose both?
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